Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 57 Of course, I'll entrust my life and fortune to myself!

dong dong dong...

As the door opened, Dumbledore seemed surprised that Kane would come here at this time of day.

"Ah, the horned hat is so cool, Kane. I want one too. As for why you're here, let me guess. Do you have something important to ask me?" Dumbledore paused in pulling up the mandrake, then forcefully shoved it back into the soil.

"Indeed, I gave Professor Quirrell that feather with the monitoring spell for you before. Is it still in his office?" Kane pulled out a chair and sat down to ask.

"Of course, Professor Quirrell also wore that hat to teach two fourth-grade classes, and the feedback was quite good."

"So, what about the spell? Did it work?" Kane asked, and Dumbledore let out a long sigh. "Ah—I think I know why you're here. Is it because Harry's broom suddenly went out of control today?"

"You guessed right," Kane said quietly.

"Hmm, how am I supposed to explain to you this behavior of knowing danger is right next to you, yet not intervening to stop it, or even letting it happen..."

"I told you before that what I'm doing now is planning a large-scale stage play in which Harry and Quirrell both play very important roles."

Kane stared at Dumbledore with his half-moon eyes: "Why do you seem even less classy than I thought? I remember when I first met you, I thought you and Kingsley were both decent people."

"So I suggest you don't label people. People are very complex. But I can assure you that the script is firmly in my hands and there will be no danger," Dumbledore said confidently.

"I don't trust this at all. I'm starting to wonder if you're even a good person?" Kane asked, his question as direct as could be.

"Although... Kane, I don't consider myself a good person, I think you can trust me in this matter, right? If you feel like you've been kept in the dark, I can even tell you my plan and all the background."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, all he saw was Kane pouring himself a glass of water; he was afraid that if he drank tea, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

"Hmm, go ahead and tell me, I'll listen carefully." Kane held a glass of water as a hand warmer, leaning back in his chair as if listening to a story.

"Eleven years ago..."

The moment Dumbledore began to speak, Kane knew he was about to launch into a long, rambling story, and quickly raised his hand: "Can we get to the point?"

"If you're wondering, you probably don't know Professor Trelawney of Hogwarts. She's always kept to herself and is your elective professor after your third year, teaching Divination."

"She made a prophecy when she was young, Tom, also known as the mysterious man, I prefer to call him Tom, or Voldemort, anyway he is now a pitiful remnant soul, even if he knows I am talking about him he can't do anything."

"The prophecy was that Tom would be killed by the prophesied child, and as you probably guessed, Harry was that prophesied child. Eleven years ago, he actually succeeded, through a series of coincidences. He made Tom pay a terrible price."

"And now, all I can tell you is that Tom has returned, and it is time for Harry to shoulder the responsibility foretold in the prophecy."

Dumbledore stopped there.

Kane tactically took a sip of water: "Ah, entrusting the responsibility of defeating the great villain to an eleven-year-old kid like Harry, you really have a mind of yours. So, everything you're doing now is some kind of training?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Training is one thing, but I'd rather his Hogwarts career be as colorful as possible, emmm, without any regrets."

Kane didn't catch the hint of regret in Dumbledore's words; he just kept shaking his head.

No matter what, he doesn't agree with this kind of behavior of putting more burden on an eleven-year-old child. In other words, if the world really is ruled that only Harry can kill Voldemort, then why can't Harry hold down Voldemort's head and chop off that guillotine?

He took a sip of water and then said those words.

Dumbledore shrugged. "What I'm doing now is exactly what you're saying, only not as blatantly or explicitly."

"I noticed you all have a nickname for that person?" Kane asked after finishing his glass of water.

"Tom has set up a spell on his name so that if someone says his name, he can know where that person is right now. It's all the same trick he used to spread fear eleven years ago."

"Then Quirrell..."

"Quirk is Tom's henchman."

Kane poured himself another glass of water; he knew it.

Now Dumbledore began tidying the table and pulled out the mandrake again: "Alright, Kane, I won't keep you any longer. Children and the elderly need plenty of sleep."

Dumbledore stood up and helped Kane open the door to his office. After a moment, watching Kane's departing figure, he slowly spoke again, "By the way, Kane, I still think I should tell you this: Tom and Quirrell are trying to obtain your power?"

"Thank you for telling me. This might prove that the feather was still somewhat useful."

Dumbledore nodded, and then slowly closed the door.

Kane felt dizzy as he walked out of Dumbledore's office.

A wizarding terrorist is hiding in this school, constantly plotting to murder his friends and seize his powers, though he could never actually do it; Harry is the one who will bear the brunt of the danger.

Sitting idly by and waiting to be executed is absolutely impossible...

emmmmm...

After a long silence, he murmured softly, "Harry, the friendship fee you paid me in Diagon Alley was definitely the most valuable investment you ever made!"

Kane wasn't in a hurry to go back to his dorm anymore, so he went straight to the library, which was open at night and, if he was lucky, he could even sneak into the restricted section.

But that wasn't his goal. He just wanted to check the Daily Prophet from previous years to see what level this so-called Voldemort really was.

He soon arrived at the library, built a campfire near the archives where young wizards would never normally be seen, and picked up old newspapers and modern history of magic.

The situation was serious. The more he looked, the more he realized that Voldemort seemed to be going a bit too far. Compared to Voldemort, even Old Michael was quite handsome, since he would actually remind himself to find something to eat before nightfall.

Although when we're joking around, we always use Voldemort as a lamb to be cooked, you've killed hundreds, not bad, but what about yesterday?

But if a powerful dark wizard who has killed hundreds of people were to appear beside you now, hiding in the shadows and watching you, absolutely no one would be able to remain calm.

Including Kane.

"Oh dear, I've run into big trouble without even realizing it."

Kane sighed, picked up a piece of parchment from the ground, and listed a few short-term tasks inside.

Try to test if the flesh statue works, continue studying magic, focusing on Polymorph and Charms, and make the Shadow Manipulator as soon as possible after digging up the gem at Christmas. Use the Shadow Manipulator to control the Shadow Blade and Shadow Armor.

Finally, if the flesh statue doesn't work, you should try to obtain gold and rubies to craft a rebirth charm as your last resort.

After all, they were betting everything on Dumbledore's reliability, including their own and Harry's lives.

Sorry, Kane isn't that unreliable.

"Eh~"

He looked at the plan he had made for himself, memorized it, and then threw the parchment into the campfire.

"Some have been rolled up!"